Post by Finn McCain on Feb 28, 2012 5:02:46 GMT -5
Sometimes Finn just couldn’t think why he’d signed up to be one of the few life-guards at the beach. It was a rather tame job at its best, in the summertime; half the campers didn’t like water, or were afraid of water, or couldn’t swim well enough to venture out into the ocean.
But at times like this, where there was just a couple people out in the still-freezing waves who were the only ones out because they could swim perfectly well and didn’t need any help… Well, at those times, Carter Finn McCain was not a happy camper -- literally!
With an over-exaggerated sigh meant basically meant as a complaint against everyone and everything, the well-built son of Dionysus leaned back in the lifeguard’s seat for the fifth time after looking around the site. At any rate, there wouldn’t be any silly half-bloods drowning on his watch. Not that drowning was even a possibility with the kids out in the water. As was the case with almost the whole camp, either you swam like a fish or you didn’t. These demigods obviously did; at least, the ones who were splashing about without a care in the world, Finn observed gloomily, wishing that he could be part of their enjoyment.
He wasn’t too sure about the odd wanderer-type or the children of Aphrodite that sometimes came to get tans. Another glance from side to side served to inform him yet once again that no one was drowning, no one was getting seduced by the mischievous naiads that Finn had struck up a friendly acquaintance with, no one was even getting bit by a crab!
To be sure, it was a tedious two hours that the dutiful counselor spent watching the waves, after which he was excused for a half-hour break to rest, re-apply sunscreen, and get drinks of water.
While jogging back down towards the beach and his next shift, though, his steps slowed considerably. The grass was green and springy under his feet, the sky didn’t have a cloud crossing its face, and the prospect of another two hours of boredom did not appeal to him.
“Jordan!” Finn reached out a hand to stop one of the older campers, a son of Apollo and one of his many friends. “What do you say to taking over lifeguard duty for me this afternoon?” He accompanied this request with a wide, inviting smile, though the gods knew it was one chance in a hundred that the other boy would answer positively. Still, ‘it wouldn’t hurt to try’ was one of the McCain boy’s many mottos.
And indeed, this time it most certainly did not hurt. Why? Because there was a certain equation that always worked like a fool-proof charm. One typical son of Apollo + one opportunity to show off = YES.
And, what was more, there just happened to be a group of daughters of Aphrodite apparently going to get some tans at the beach. Maybe that was just Finn’s perpetual good luck, or perhaps it was an intervention of the gods for some unknown reason. At any rate, the other boy merely grinned and nodded, turning quickly towards the track that led down to the wide shore.
Free! “Whew!” Shaking his head and beginning to whistle merrily, the camp counselor redirected his steps towards the cabins’ area that was just beyond the mess hall. His seemingly unending supply of luck had never yet failed to astonish him.
As Finn approached the cabins, though, he stopped whistling and a let a smile gradually take over his face. Seated on one of the many benches in the area was another camper – a child of Hermes, he deducted from the situated seat. Though pranks with long fore-thought were his personal specialty, the son of Dionysus always enjoyed sneaking up on people and startling them; his panther-like gait being well-suited to the task… and a kid whose dad was the god of sneakiness was the kind of ultimate challenge that Finn loved.
“This day is just getting better and better,” he said to himself under his breath, slipping off his shoes and stepping lightly on the grass.
Closer, closer… Finally Finn was practically breathing down the boy’s back. Now for how to startle him, the counselor thought. But there lay his greatest dilemma. Would a quick thump do? Or would a shout work better? Or maybe just a light tap on the shoulder?
Ah! He had it. Bending down surreptitiously, Finn gripped the underside of the rugged piece of furniture, and with a quick flash of movement, completely flipped it over, immediately lying down himself on the now up-right and firmly positioned bench.
“Hiya,” he said with a cheery, rougish smile.
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